“I did, yes. But Simon knows one thing that you-you Arquas-don’t.”
He waited, to by-God make her say something. Anything. Her face screwed up in the effort to contain her words, not to mention her curiosity, but lost the fight: “ What? ”
Ivan felt like a lout. No, this wasn’t going to be fun at all. “The bunker was found and emptied decades ago, when ImpSec HQ was first built. The bunker’s still there, yes, but there’s nothing inside. Simon’s setting you all up for a fall.” The weaselly bastard.
“ No,” she snapped. And, a tiny doubt creeping into her voice, “Can’t be. Grandmama would have known, and the Baronne.”
“Is so. Empty.” A trap without bait.
“Isn’t.” Tej could look remarkably mulish, when she set her mind to it.
“Is.”
“ Isn’t.” Her jaw unset just enough for her to say, “And I can prove it to you.”
“How?”
“I won’t tell you.” She was getting better with shifty; maybe it was all the recent practice. “But I’ll make you a deal for it. A…a bet. If that’s more Barrayaran.”
“What kind of a deal? Or bet.”
“If the lab-the bunker is empty, I’ll do what you want.”
Might that include stay on Barrayar? Could he twist this into a ploy to make her stay? He just kept that thought from falling straight out of his mouth; he didn’t know if she’d think it was a jewel or a toad. “And if it’s not?”
“If it’s full, then you’ll do what I want.” She frowned in reflection. “That seems balanced, doesn’t it?”
“Which would be…what?” Ivan was learning caution around Jacksonians bearing deals.
“Uh…” She’d been caught short, but was thinking fast. “To start with…help carry stuff. You’re big and strong. And, and go on keeping your mouth shut. About everything you see or hear. And no cheating by giving people hints. And after that…there might be more.”
“This deal seems to getting a bit open-ended.”
“So what do you care? If you really think the bunker is empty.”
So…should he bet on Simon? Ivan had a lot of trouble fitting Simon Illyan and wrong into the same sentence, although Aunt Cordelia claimed it was historically possible. And she should know. Not often wasn’t, after all, the same thing as never.
And he’d just be following Simon’s own example, with that bet. He wondered how well that might work as a defense, later. Not sanguine, was that the phrase? Which had something to do with blood. No, this was not a helpful line of thought.
“All right,” Ivan heard his mouth saying. Because Tej wasn’t the only person in this room being driven to insanity by curiosity, it seemed. “It’s a deal.”
He’d rather have sealed it with a kiss, but she offered him a firm Arqua handshake instead.
“Oh,” she said, turning back at the bedroom door. “And bring a pair of slippers.”
Tej made Ivan Xav park his two-seater a good five blocks from ImpSec Headquarters, just to be sure, which then entailed a long trudge through a cold drizzle. He had grown more and more silent, on the short drive over, as she’d explained about the Mycoborer. But his tone grew irate when she led him to the lower level of the garage-quiet, deserted, and shadowy at this late hour. “Why couldn’t we have parked here?”
“Shh,” she hissed back, equally irate. A bulky ground van was sitting directly across from the utility room; evidently Ser Imola had done his part. She tapped gently on the door.
It swung open; Star’s hand shot out to yank her inside. A couple of bright cold lights cast conflicting green shadows. “Tej, you’re late.” Star looked up in consternation at Ivan Xav, shouldering in after her. Her hand went to the stunner holster riding her hip. “Why’d you bring him? Are you crazy?”
“He’s going to help. He…volunteered.” Sort of.
Ivan Xav stared around the little chamber in deep suspicion, and Tej wondered belatedly if she should have demanded that Vor-name’s-word thing on their deal, or bet, as well. The access well to the Mycoborer tunnel was uncovered; a pulley was set up on a frame above the hole, with ropes descending into the dark.
Star scowled at Ivan Xav, who scowled back. She said, “I’d stun him where he stands, but we can’t let off energy devices.”
“Then why are you even carrying that?” asked Tej, gesturing to the stunner.
“Last resorts. Come on. Everyone’s in ahead of us, and I doubt they’ll wait.”
Tej walked around the pulley. “That’s new.”
“Yes, Dada’s idea. He says it’ll speed getting things up the shaft, and make it safer, too. No hand-tractors or grav lifts allowed, either.”
Tej considered their flimsy telescoping ladder, and nodded in relief.
Star stepped back to lock and block the outside door, then said, “All right, everybody in.”
Tej led the way to the ladder. Ivan Xav stopped short at the lip of the hole.
“Wait, we’re going down there?”
“Yes?”
“Underground?”
“Most tunnels are underground. Oh, no, Ivan Xav-I forgot about your claustrophobia thing. Why didn’t you say something? I’m sorry!”
“I do not have a claustrophobia thing. I have a perfectly rational dislike of being locked up in small, dark, wet spaces by people trying to kill me.”
“So you won’t, like, panic down there?”
“No,” he said curtly.
“Are you sure? Because you could stay up here and help by manning the pulley-I’d count that-”
Ivan Xav growled and swung down the ladder.
Tej followed; Star brought up the rear.
The vestibule was quite a bit larger than when Tej had last seen it. A bench had been added, now piled with assorted Arqua wristcoms, audiofilers, and something she was afraid might be a very illegal plasma arc. Star divested her own wristcom and stunner; Tej followed suit.
“Everything electronic or that has a power cell has to be left here,” whispered Tej. “And our shoes.” A long row of Arqua footgear was piled along one wall. Tej counted the pairs; everyone was here for the big moment. She could hardly blame them. Despite everything, her own breath came fast with excitement and anticipation.
Ivan Xav, an unjoyful expression on his face, pulled his slippers one by one from his jacket pockets and let them drop to the floor, which seemed much firmer underfoot than it had the other day; evidently Jet was right about the curing rate for the Mycoborer tubes. After a long hesitation, Ivan Xav pulled off his wristcom and emptied his pockets of forbidden gizmos, including his car and door remotes and that neat military stunner that Tej had first met on Komarr. Tej and Star each picked up a spare cold light from a box at the end of the bench. Ivan Xav followed their example, then, after a narrow glance at Tej, proceeded to stuff his pockets with more.
Tej bit her tongue on any comment. It wouldn’t hurt anything. He could return the unused ones later.
Star handed out hospital masks and plastic gloves all around.
“What the hell?” said Ivan Xav.
“It’s all right,” said Tej. “You just don’t want live Mycoborer stuff to rub on your skin. Or get in your lungs, I guess.”
“And you people turned this crap loose on my planet? That is not my definition of all right. If it’s that nasty, I’d want a full biotainer suit.”
“Well, this is what Grandmama said to use, and she should know. And we’ve been running in and out of here for days with just this, and nothing’s happened to us.”
Ivan Xav stared at Tej with new alarm, as if he expected to see flesh-eating fungus start spreading all over her skin on the spot. His gaze flicked to Star with equal curiosity, if somewhat less concern.
“You don’t have to come along,” added Star. “Nobody invited you.”
Ivan Xav donned the gloves and yanked the mask up over his face. His deep brown eyes, Tej discovered, could glower quite fiercely all on their own, without any help from his mouth.
Tej held up her cold light and started down the tunnel. She whispered over her shoulder, “From this point on, as little talking as possible.”
“Right,” Ivan Xav whispered back.